I’ve got to sleep. Sleep is my only way to escape.

They have accepted me as an individual, as a personality, as an entity. I belong! I am important! I am somebody!

How is it possible for me to be so miserable and embarrassed and humiliated and beaten an function still talk and smile and concentrate?

one day I'll be old, without ever having really been young

The voice of every kid hooked on drugs, alcohol or the occult joins the sad chorus "Not me! I didn't think it could ever happen to me. I was sure I could handle it.

She didn't know whether she was running away from something or running to something, but she admitted that deep in her heart she wanted to go home.

Nobody's talking to me, but nobody's hassling me either. I guess you can't have everything.